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Burning with Revenge

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The elf snarled in disgust; she still had a pounding headache with whatever drug she dosed on. The woman craned her neck back rolling it around her shoulders to crack it. The elven woman then returned to her previous action of staring daggers at raven haired man.

The man in question sat on log that looked burned on one end. His back faced the elf, and he was bent over, fiddling with something in his hands. The woman continued glaring at the man, waiting for him to turn and acknowledge her. But minutes past and not once did he give her a glance, he even got up to scare rodents away before sitting back down. The elven woman groaned at the man ignoring. 

The elf started to thrash around, she growled and twisted her body but achieved nothing. The woman was tied with her arms behind her back, chains wrapped her wrist and wrapped around a broken tree stump that looked burned like the log. More tree branches surrounded her like a tent and stones surrounded both the broken off wood and her. 

"Really Luther? After all I've done for you, rescued you from the slums, carved you into a master swordsman. You're just going to kill me. How low are you?" the elven woman sneered. Finally, after ignoring her for almost an hour, the man reacted to her words. He turned to the bound woman; his eyes narrowed in annoyance. Wordlessly he turned back and stood up, slowly he turned and stepped over to the woman and looked down at her. His eyebrows were furrowed, he looked like he was concentrating on not showing emotion, but the elven woman could clearly see his anger.

"All you've done for me?" the man sneered, hiding his feelings for the elf horribly. He started chucking medals, around her. Names were scribed under some of them, most of them held the elf woman's name but some had his name etched on the bottom. "Tell me Captain, you've known me for six years. What do you know about me?" Luther asked. The elven woman scoffed at him and gave him a snarky smirk. 

"I know now that you're a sensitive princess because the world didn't feed you with a silver spoon," the woman laughed. Instantly Luther's face morphed into pure rage. In the blink of an eye, his boot smashed into his Captain's nose and crushed the back of her skull against the stump behind her. The man kept his foot firmly planted on her face, slowly he breathed and calmed down, collecting his thoughts. He gave a disgusted look down at the woman, with his foot still covering her face. 

"Even after 140 years of life, you still don't have a working brain in there?" Luther growled. He removed his boot and the elven woman's head bobbed forward. She took a large breath as and gathered herself. Light dribbles of blood trickled down her nose. Luther crouched down so he was eye level with her, he still held a face of anger as he glared at her stunned look. The elf shook her head and spotted Luther glaring at she clicked her tongue and began to match his gaze with a far more intimidating glare. 

"Let me inform you of that question's purpose," Luther growled. He reached forward and grabbed a handful of her dirty hair, covered in mud and dust. "Do you know why I lived in the slums?" Luther asked menacingly. The elf let out a pained breath through gritted teeth, continuing to bore holes into his head, yet she did not answer his question.

"I'll tell you. sixteen years ago, I was five years old and lived in Hanabatu village. A small rural town that was experiencing financial negligence from the kingdom. Do you remember what happened?" the man asked in an accusing tone. The woman's memory was a little fuzzy, but her eyes slightly widened at what she guessed he was referring too. 

"You and your squad marched up to our village and burned it to the ground. I still remember you walking up to my pleading and terrified mother and shoving your sword down her throat before leaving her corpse to burn in the house. I remember watching, petrified in the closet," Luther started shouting. The elf continued to think before horror struck upon her, she remembered that event. At her eyes widening, Luther roughly shoved her head against the stump. She grunted in pain and her head slumped to her left shoulder.

"It gets better though; I was adopted by a kind old blacksmith who took pity on me. You murdered him to because he wouldn't hand you a sword for free, and I know it was you. Even after all of these years, you haven't aged a day, elf," Luther snarled, spitting the last word like venom from his mouth. The horrid reality had finally settled into Luther's elven Captain of the royal guard force. 

She had made him an orphan, practically tortured him while training and did nothing but verbally assault him. She was going to die, not in the hands of battle, but in a revenge plot that she definitely deserves. She had no way to talk herself out of this. 

Luther smiled as he watched his Captain's face turn into fearful realisation. He reached down into his pocket and pulled out a large metal device, most of its size coming from the metal cartridge. He pulled the trigger near the nozzle of the and blue flames ominously flared outwards. Menacingly, Luther put his face inches away from the elven woman, a deranged look in his eye as the woman's breath got caught in her throat.

"Any final words Captain?"